No call, no call
Writes hits for other people and kept the best ones; this is what she kept
the numbers
- bpm
- 117
- key
- B major
- energy
- 0.68
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.54
- vocal at
- 28.7s
- length
- 2:24
- language
- En
lyrics
Your coat hung by the door in blue My phone lit up at seven-two A train map folded in my hand Your text stopped short where I could stand I watched the kettle shake and hum Your last dot blinked, then nothing comes The spoon hit once against the mug And winter pressed its thumb on us No call, no call No call, no call No call, no call You let it fall Your scarf still smells like rail and rain Mine dried on the chair by the pane I packed your book with the bent spine And left your key beneath the line The hallway clock kept moving slow My coat was on, my face too cold I held the phone against my ear Just to hear you disappear No call, no call No call, no call No call, no call You let it fall The milk went bad, I threw it out At half past eight, no doubt, no doubt Your name stayed bright on screen and black One quiet stop, no walking back No call, no call No call, no call No call, no call You let it fall